Short Murderers Poems
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sweet boy asleep in the field….his murderers
juveniles of hatred
god grieves everywhere they are….death
lingers tears of justice doesn’t fade
A dance of fire
and a Rootbeer
smile,
chewing french fries,
watching skin dry.
Hot dog buns show us
the true murderers.
salted pretzels
the sinners.
Why do I hope
there is a Hell,
while wishing
to escape its
clutches myself?
Because I want
there to be a
special Hell
for those who
kill children.
The muggers,
The rapists,
The murderers,
The paedophiles,
The confidence tricksters -
Pray for them.
The weak,
The naïve,
The young,
The old,
The inadequate mixers -
Prey … for them.
mongrels need a price for the deed,
the eye 4 eye interface,
swish of a pickhandle, felt 4 the deed,
down between the ears the place...
re: 'The Butcher of Canning Vale'
Harry J Horsman
Don
Best Armed Mass Murders
America's mass murderers are best armed;
This is why many people they have harmed;
Injuried and died;
Then people cried,
And all of us have forever became alarmed.
Jim Horn
A voice for the voiceless
whose cry still unheard
Alone in the womb
but blessed by the Word
Defending the helpless
as murderers loom
Divinity watching
— a reckoning soon
(The New Room: April, 2024)
as rain upon the road to hell
the burning coals of murderers
fall in a thousand pieces fall
have mercy on us all for we
are mourning for the meadow flowers
rise little butterflies rise
© Gail Foster 23rd May 2017
horrible feelings
acts of violence
despicable ways
reigning criminals
spreading their terror
huge lack of trust
violations
family’s horror
makes great tv
forensics
murderers
detectives
police
station
crime
I wonder what they think about
When planning to murder someone
Do they have to make
Their mind blank
So as not to think about it
Or are they fixated on it
To focus their very soul
On what they are going to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
alibis are for the guilty ones
those who take too long to think
for they are liars and frauds
truth tellers do not have to pause
or hesitate
for the truth comes out easily
they do not have to worry about alibis either
unless they are also murderers or thieves
Oh, the chills I get, when he turns his back!
Reminds me of ruthless murderers in history.
He would have been great on Hitler’s team.
This makes me want to both cry and scream!
9/6/2021
motion of planetary bodies
formed mud earth
and India appeared
why save India only
natural phenomenon bisected continent
part sailed to edge
and India appeared
why save India only
murderers of father of nation celebrated
and Hindu India appeared
why save India only
Aileen Wuornos was a prostitute who murdered her johns.
Joel Rifkin would murder prostitutes whom he came upon.
If Aileen Wuornos were propositioned by Joel Rifkin,
I wonder which one of those murderers would end up the victim,
but then again, maybe they would have killed each other in the end.
Apprehension About Ammunition and Repetition
What had appeared was much apprehension,
Hearing about weapon with much ammunition,
And with a thrill,
Designed to kill;
Being automatic meant to be fired in repetition.
Jim Horn
America has the best armed mass murderers
in the world. What a shame.
The third-grade students are squealing like pigs
being chased by axe murderers waving bloody machetes
I smile as their voices bounce off the gym walls
I hear the coach’s voice now; squealing is interrupted.
For a few minutes while she speaks.
Beginning again; louder now.
Is there a roller coaster in there?
The third-grade students are squealing like pigs
being chased by axe murderers waving bloody machetes
I smile as their voices bounce off the gym walls
I hear the coach’s voice now; squealing is interrupted.
For a few minutes while she speaks.
Beginning again; louder now.
Is there a roller coaster in there?
Surely He hath borne our griefs,
And our sorrows He hath carried,
Loving us, murderers and thieves,
Values He hath saw in us,
All we have gone astray, like sheep
Turning each of us to our ways,
I was putting Him on the cross,
Our sins, our transgressions
Not His, was upon Him, the chastisement of our peace.
Watching the protests grow larger and stronger
burying hope in the stench of a dumpster
Hearing speakers extol baby-burners
they themselves as unhinged as murderers
What has America come to when human butchery is praised
with social media as their church, on such values our youth is now raised
the dogs were barking as if mass murderers were lurking in our bushes
It was dusk, difficult to see, but then, I spotted a fluffy white tail
A mama deer followed by two fawns; the dogs went wild
I was glad the dogs were confined to their dog porch with wire sides
They cannot get through it, so my power animals were safe
Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers
with blood on their hands
for a handful of hostage civilians
fueling Hamas’ evil plans
for ‘a thousand more October sevens’
horrific antisemitic aggressions…
Sleep well, Bibi, tonight
as your countrymen's nightmares ignite
First Mr. Biden pardons his son
then murderers, crooks, and family
Mr. Trump, however, not to be outdone
pardons Jan. 6 trespassers, every single one
Like that New Year’s mantra
'Out with the old, in with the new'
We threw the ‘old bum’ out
New one plays the same old tune
There is no truce for Hamas, these terrorist murderers not only kill Israelis,
but allow their Palestine citizens, men, women, and completely innocent
children to be slaughtered as shields for their insane and cowardly cause, I hope
they (HAMAS) and other terrorist groups are all blown to HELL! Then maybe we
can finally end WAR!
There is no truce for Hamas, these terrorist murderers not only kill Israelis,
but allow their Palestine citizens, men, women, and completely innocent
children to be slaughtered as shields for their insane and cowardly cause, I hope
they (HAMAS) and other terrorist groups are all blown to HELL! Then maybe we
can finally end WAR!
Little feet prance
On a hardwood floor
To music unheard,
Yet in the minds
Of insane poets
And rotting corpses.
The flesh speaks
And whispers
Words of false wisdom,
And remains within
The ornate tombs
Of murderers,
Where the mind
Still endlessly whirs.
Keep the coffin
Closed and sealed,
Or suffer a
Bittersweet ending,
My little one.